Imaris
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Yeah, right. If he lost himself, maybe others haven't. But you wrote that *I* was lost, and I pointed out that *I* lost myself! But being lost doesn't mean I don't exist; I am here, all you need to do is believe in me! And you're actually doing quite well with that. After all, you haven't even seen me, haven't touched me! What if I'm a bot? Or not a Klov?
Listen. What if that's actually true?
I was recently chatting with Lizard, and he advised me to take a look at my head. I was just about to do that, and... I couldn't! I can't see my own head! I have to rely on mirrors and photos, but what if they're evil? They could be playing tricks on me and telling me that I have a head, when in reality, I might not have one at all.
Although, in the case of a whole Klov, things are better – I've seen other pieces of the Klov (hands, feet, for example). Of course, someone (from the entourage of mirrors and photos!) might have given me other hands and feet so that I look at them and think they're mine, which means I exist. But in reality, I might be terribly deceived!
It's so hard, it's almost unbearable to live. When you can't even be sure if you exist or not. Oh, poor Klov!
But who am I kidding? There probably isn't a me, and therefore, there's no one to pity. But okay, just in case.
Listen. What if that's actually true?
I was recently chatting with Lizard, and he advised me to take a look at my head. I was just about to do that, and... I couldn't! I can't see my own head! I have to rely on mirrors and photos, but what if they're evil? They could be playing tricks on me and telling me that I have a head, when in reality, I might not have one at all.
Although, in the case of a whole Klov, things are better – I've seen other pieces of the Klov (hands, feet, for example). Of course, someone (from the entourage of mirrors and photos!) might have given me other hands and feet so that I look at them and think they're mine, which means I exist. But in reality, I might be terribly deceived!
It's so hard, it's almost unbearable to live. When you can't even be sure if you exist or not. Oh, poor Klov!
But who am I kidding? There probably isn't a me, and therefore, there's no one to pity. But okay, just in case.